Jet pack jet pack
Jet pack jet pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack

Taking my Corona bottles to the corner shop
Pennies back on every one and more
Lifting gently off the ground taking just a short hop
Back in time for Wacky Races Friday ten past four

Jet pack jet pack
Jet pack jet pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack

Getting up from the sofa just to change the channel
7 on a Thursday night it’s not the usual flannel
Tomorrow’s World is a sacred mystery in our house
Even my dad loves it…

This is what the office of the future looks like
It’ll run itself when the workers go-on strike
Soon the channel tunnel then supersonic travel
One day we’ll have holidays on Mars!

Jet pack jet pack how I love my jet pack
Jet pack jet pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack boy I love my jet pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack

After that it’s Top Of The Pops guys with spangly jackets
Are those boys or girls that’s not music s’just a racket
Looking forward to the future there’s no need for buses
When I have my jet pack!

Jet pack jet pack all made out of plastic
Jet pack jet pack like I’m on elastic
Jet pack jet pack consequences drastic
Flying past the traffic jams that will be fantastic

You can keep the kitchen robot the remote control curtains
Your fold up car as well we won’t need it that’s for certain
Your Moog synths and all your midi keyboards for starters
What’s the matter with guitars you nerdy whining martyrs

I’d really like some clever thing that pairs my family’s socks
And a switch behind my ear to add two inches to my cock
But what hurts us all so bad is what you told us we would have
When our kids were still in prams

Raymond Baxter in our house you are a national treasure
And I know that you weren’t born just to give me pleasure
But telling lies to us poor kids ain’t easy to forgive
So make good on your promises you bastard!

Jet Pack Jet Pack where’s my fucking jet pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack where’s my fucking jet pack
Raymond Baxter where’s my fucking jet pack
Jet Pack Jet Pack

Jet Pack Jet Pack where is it you bastard?
Jet pack jet pack were you mental or just plastered
Raymond Baxter where’s my fucking jet pack

Michael Rodd and Maggie Philbin where’s my fucking jet pack
Philippa Forrester where’s my fucking jet pack
And Judith Hann yes you as well …
Where’s my fucking jet pack? Oi!
Jet Pack!!!